The pounding pain increasing with each of his greedy thrusts.
She had not forgiven him at all!
"Get the fuck off of me she" says wearily with contrived pity.
She presses her vibrator even harder directly on the most sensitive area of her clitoris and pushes down until it hurts and tears begin to form in her eyes. Trying in vain to suppress her rage with a pleasure that is nowhere to be found, not as long as he is near. Not anymore. It is all for naught.' she says to her self as she twists her toy back to the off position and hurls it with one furious swing of the arm towards the wall with all her might. It splits in two. She knows it isn't broken.
She lifts her naked ass off of the sleeping bag and puts her pussy away, far away from him. Panties back where they belong and where they should have stayed.
"Hey! Maverick, Look at me!" (to get his cowardice eyes to meet hers)
He just sits there, almost blank.
"Can I have a cigarette Marie?" He asks as if he is entitled.
'What a joke he is'. "NO...Goodnight Maverick."
Marie pulls her jeans her jeans back up. Takes out a nearly full pack of Camel's and lights one up, it tastes and feels peculiarly lovely at that moment. She begins to rummage around for her bag in the half lit entrance way of the Indian restaurant they slept in front of on Sixth Street.
Not to have to feel the disparate sufferings only humans could possibly inflict.
Not for now and not for tonight.